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On in the deep blue night / The fountain sang alone; / It sang to the drowsy heart / Of the satyr carved in stone.
The fountain sang and sang / But the satyr never stirred -- / Only the great white moon / In the empty heaven heard.
The fountain sang and sang / And on the marble rim / The milk-white peacocks slept, / Their dreams were strange and dim.
Bright dew was on the grass, / And on the ilex dew, / The dreamy milk-white birds / Were all a-glisten too.
The fountain sang and sang / The things one cannot tell, / The dreaming peacocks stirred / And the gleaming dew-drops fell.